We belong dead
A teenaged movie for teens. Dumb, goofy, annoying, depressed, and ultimately obsessed with self-serving fantasies of every kind. I mostly found it charming.
Full to bursting with visual gags at the level of an animated sitcom. There’s even actual animation and stop motion. Seems like it would’ve been a blast to be on the props team for this film.
As much as I never want to see Revenge of the Nerds again, I always like to see Curtis “Booger” Johnson…
Unrelentingly boring except for the spare moments where it’s piercingly loud and annoying instead. A long, pointless sigh punctuated by screams. In a movie, at the bare minimum, I would like to see images of things and think about them. I feel this film largely prevents me from doing so.
The hardest I’ve thought about walking out of a movie in my adult life. I went to see this because it seemed pretty polarizing and unique. I knew there was…
A nonstop parade of the coolest sets, costumes, props, and effects. A charming sex farce wrapped in a discount sci-fi paperback. Without Fonda, this would be a cool-looking curio, but with her at the center it’s a classic.
Seeing this big and loud and projected on film got me legitimately emotional. There’s so much gorgeous artistry and earnest 60s free love cornball shit.
The second half does drag a bit, but it’s hard to complain when the visual feast never ceases. Is this the most powerful wife guy energy ever harnessed?